Coming Home

I miss the better days, I miss the calm of rain
 We beg to be ourselves
 I wonder if I tried to understand my faith, would I believe myself?
 Well, I'm coming home
 I can taste it and what's left of the sky is gone
 I've been carving another dream for myself
 I can face it and what's left of the flag is ours
 I've been carving another dream for myself
 I just need to slow down so, give me time to breathe
 The lightning will find its way to the ground unless it can find me first
 I wanna fall asleep in a tidal wave
 Watch me collide as my bones hit the ground
 I fucking said it, I'm coming home
 I can taste it and what's left of the sky is gone
 I've been carving another dream for myself
 I can face it and what's left of the flag is ours
 I've been carving another dream for myself
 Dream for myself
 Dream for myself
 I miss the better days
 I miss the calm of rain
 We beg to be ourselves
 Well, I'm coming home
 I can taste it
 I can taste it
 I can taste it
 I've been carving another dream for myself
 I can face it and what's left of the flag is ours
 I've been carving another dream for myself
 I can taste it
 I can taste it
 I can taste it
 I've been carving another dream for myself